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callme-holly · 4 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝! 𝐬/𝐨

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - i've had a few requests similar to this so here ya go !! as a performer i love this icl

DARREL CURTIS -

Darry is incredibly supportive with your interests

If you need help rehearsing your lines, he will sit down with you once his brothers have gone to bed and read through them

I love the idea that Darry can dance (totally not bc of dirty dancing) so if you need to go through a choreography, he’s the person to help you

He loves it when you sing sm

If he hears you, he just smiles fondly and shakes his head but he’ll never bring it up to you

He’ll try to go every single one of your shows/productions

If he can’t make it because of work, he’ll make someone else go and will always be there to pick you up afterwards

SODAPOP CURTIS -

Soda would adore the fact that you’re an actor/actress

He thinks it’s so cool and he will brag about it to anyone who listens

He’ll try his hardest to help you memorise your lines, but he doesn’t have the patience to sit there and wait for you to go through an entire script

He loves it when you sing

Whether its in the kitchen, in the shower, in the car, you name it, he loves it

Y’all will do duets together in his car

Dancing together in the kitchen

Soda will go to all of your shows and will get front row tickets every time

Plus he cheers the loudest for you !!

PONYBOY CURTIS -

I think Pony would be super interested if you’re an actor/actress

We all know how much he loves his movies and books, and I cant see him being any different when it comes to plays

He’ll help you will your lines, and he’ll help you interpret different scenes (he just sees things differently)

When it comes to dancing however… maybe he isn’t the best person to go to

He’ll sit and watch you practise for ages and will give feedback when needed

He loves that you can sing so much and will always give you little compliments about your voice

He always tells you that he’ll be watching you at the drive-in, on the screen, one day

He might try and get involved in some of the high school productions, but only if you’re part of them

If not, he’ll always be watching you from the crowd and he’ll be super proud of you !!

JOHNNY CADE -

Johnny is so incredibly supportive of you omg

He loves everything you do and thinks it’s so cool

When it comes to helping you learn your lines, he is super patience and will prompt you when needed

He could sit for hours and just read your script without complaint

He adores watching you dance

Unlike Soda, he won’t join in – he’s more than happy to stay at a reasonable distant and cheer you on from afar

When it comes to your singing, he could just listen to you for ages and he encourages you to sing around him all the time

He finds it comforting in a way

He will come to your rehearsals if you want him to and he always feels so at ease watching you (anything to stop him going home ig)

At yours shows, he will always be somewhere in crowd, and will tend to drag Pony along with him

He’ll be watching you the entire time

DALLAS WINSTON -

Dallas doesn’t see the appeal in theatre

He’s never really cared for shows and performances until he learnt about your interests

Just because you like, doesn’t mean he’s going to change his views, but he might not be quite so harsh about it

He won’t help you with your lines – if he does, you’re probably better off practising alone anyway bc he’ll purposefully try to mess you up

“It’s all part of the acting process, babe. Trust me.” (dont trust him)

He does however like to watch you dance

His eyes will be fixed on your the whole time and he thinks your so hot

He is the type to get jealous if you have an on-stage love interest

Dally is not afraid to brag about you – everyone knows that Dallas Winston’s partner is a performer. Its common knowledge

He will tease you for your singing, but he secretly thinks its crazy good

He’d never say that to you though

Now when your shows and performances roll around, he probably wouldn’t go to every single one

He might linger in the back for a bit, but he’ll probably end up leaving during the interval and waiting outside for you

He does support you though; he just doens’t see the appeal of “prancing around a stage”

STEVE RANDLE -

Steve is your number 1 fan and I mean it

He’s crazy about the idea of you being a performer and will always be there to big you up and support you

He’ll try his best to help you with your lines. He might not be the greatest at it, but at least he tries

He shows you off to everyone and will chew people’s ear off about you

“That’s cool, but did you know my partner is an actor/actress”

He never shuts up

He will always try and dance with you, but this guy has to left feet

Your choreography ends up turning into a mess of twirls and loud laughter

Uses you as he personal jukebox

He loves it when you sing so much and will make song requests

Sometimes he joins in, but he never sounds very good bless him :(

Goes to every single one of your performances and shows

Always tries his best to get front row seats so he can cheer you on

You will always see him grinning at you in the crowd like this boys is smiling so big when he sees you on stage

TWO-BIT MATHEWS -

If you thought Steve was you biggest fan… You were wrong

Two thinks you’re the best and he will say that

You’re better than every other actor, singer, dancer he’s ever heard of by a mile

If you two are watching a show or movie together, he’ll lean over and whisper: “sure, they’re great… but compared to you, they’re nothin’, babe.”

He’s actually suprisingly good when it comes to helping with your lines – he’s got that theatrical energy about him

LOVES your dancing and never hesitates to join in

Teach him the choreography please and he will practise with you

Probably got kicked out of your rehearsals for shouting praise at you LMAO

Always compliments your singing like he loves it

Sometimes he’ll put the radio on just to hear you sing

Two-bit always cheers the loudest at your shows like you know those really obnoxious people who clap loud and whistle? Yeah. Thats him.

At the end, he’ll run over to you and spin you around, gushing about how great you were

He loves everything about you I swear

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sunsets-and-crows · 3 months ago

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I Wanna Be Yours - Chapter 4

Pairing: Sylus X Reader

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Tasked with infiltrating the life of Sylus, the most wanted man in the N109 zone, you're torn between what is right and feels right, blurring the line between duty and desire. As danger escalates, you must decide whether to carry out your mission or succumb to the magnetic pull of the man you're meant to destroy. In this game of power and obsession, betrayal could cost you everything.

Content warnings ⚠️

Dark Themes, Yandere! Reader and Yandere! Sylus! Power play. Violence and Gore. Smut: mutual masturbation. Stalking/surveillance. Reader slowly losing her mind. Sylus being hot and a menace. TRIGGER WARNING: stalking and dubious consent (Reader doesn't know Sylus is also watching her and gets a little handsy with hersef)

If you feel there’s any other warnings I need to add then please reach out and let me know!

The sterile lighting of Captain Jenna’s office cast an unforgiving glow over every surface, from the polished metal of her desk to the file she had in front of her. Your file. The office that had once brought you comfort, now felt cold and oppressive, leaving your nerves on fire. You had been back in the office for only a few hours, just enough time to settle in, before being summoned by your boss. Now, sitting across from her, you could feel the weight of her expectations pressing down on you, like an invisible shackle tightening around your chest.

Jenna’s gaze was sharp and assessing, but there was an unusual glint in her eyes - something unreadable. She would never allow herself to show it, but you knew she held a soft spot for you. Which made you feel even more nervous about the upcoming discussion. Her voice was cool and controlled, as she opened the file and glanced over the last official report before your unexpected week off.

"So," she began, folding her hands on top of the document, "how have things been progressing? Your notes have been detailed and useful but I wanted to get your view on the situation"

You took a steadying breath, careful to keep your expression neutral, but a faint pulse of anxiety beat under your calm exterior. "I've managed to observe some of his business dealings, mostly just meetings in the N109 zone," you replied, keeping your tone casual. "But... so far, everything I've seen has seemed pretty routine. Business transactions, nothing overtly illegal. I have got a good sense of his routine though, and he does seem to be a creature of habit."

She raised an eyebrow, a hint of scepticism flickering across her face. "Routine transactions in the N109 zone? That’s all" she repeated, almost as if testing you. "Sylus’ illegal activities are well known by the association, I doubt he’s been acting completely above board.” She levelled her gaze at you and you felt your stomach drop. “We need more than just routine observations from you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, and a pang of guilt twisted through you, but you forced yourself to stay steady, meeting her gaze. "I know. And I’m keeping a close eye, but he’s... careful. Nothing about his movements or meetings have given me any solid evidence, yet. But I’m dedicated to ensuring this mission’s success Captain," The words rolled off your tongue with a practised ease that surprised even you, each one a hint of a betrayal that somehow felt both foreign and familiar.

In truth, the images of Sylus and the blood-stained floors of that dimly lit warehouse were burned into your memory. No amount of justification could scrub them clean, but telling Jenna about that night felt like exposing something raw and vulnerable within yourself. As if reporting it would make your twisted sense of loyalty, of protectiveness, suddenly real and undeniable. You physically couldn’t tell her.

Jenna nodded slowly, but her eyes hadn’t lost that calculating gleam. "How about this recent meeting with Albert Clements?" she asked, as she flicked through the reports, indicating that specific entry. "There’s been reports that he’s interested in joining forces with Sylus. That could be dangerous, of course, an alliance between his father’s company and Onychinus." Her tone was probing, likely due to that entry being short and noticeably lacking detail.

You forced a nonchalant shrug, doing your best to appear unaffected, even as the memory of that night flashed vividly behind your eyes. "I was there to observe, but it seemed more like preliminary talks. Clements wants to make a name for himself, but he hasn’t done much yet to earn Sylus’s trust. I don’t think an alliance is likely Captain. Sylus seemed uninterested in the discussion, almost as if he was distracted by something.”

Captain Jenna tapped her fingers on the file, her gaze sharp and assessing. "Anything else you think I should know? Unusual patterns? Allies he seems particularly close to?"

For a brief moment, you could still feel the ghostly weight of the gun in your hand, hear the muffled shot as you’d acted without hesitation, saving Sylus from betrayal. Allies? Did you count? But instead of confessing, you kept your face impassive, letting none of it show. "Not particularly," you answered, your voice even. "Nothing that stands out."

The silence stretched, her gaze unrelenting as she seemed to study the depths of your expression. A faint tremor rippled through you, but you buried it deep, knowing that any crack, any flicker of doubt, could unravel everything.

Jenna leaned back in her chair and sighed. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face as her gaze bored into you. "Look," she said, her voice softening slightly, almost as if reaching for an understanding. "I know this assignment is intense, and the N109 zone isn’t an easy place to navigate, but you have to give me something. You’ve been a dependable asset to the Association, Y/N. Your record is commendable. That being said, I need to present something to the higher-ups to prove it." There was a moment’s pause as she regarded you with something close to concern.

You nodded, trying to maintain an air of confidence. “I understand Captain, I think it might just be that this mission will take a little longer than expected.” Taking a deep breath, you steeled your expression further, fully committing to the web of lies you were spinning. “Captain, I want to do this right, to make sure I have the best information possible so I’m not willing to rush this. You can tell your superiors that I’m fully committed to doing this to the best of my abilities and to that, I need time. There’s a reason that all the other missions failed before me, maybe the common thread is expecting results too soon. Nothing good will come from rushing in and making mistakes.” The words flowed out of you, the slight edge to them spoke of your resolve. Resolve for what? Well, that remained to be seen.

Captain Jenna nodded, the ghost of a smile crossing her lips. "Okay, now that, I can work with. Just remember, the Association has your back. If anything feels off, or if you need help, I need you to report it. I don’t want you getting too deep in this, it isn’t worth losing yourself over. I know you can do this and do it well."

The words struck something deep inside you, a pang of conflict twisting through you. It was almost laughable how far you'd drifted from the Association’s purpose, how tangled you'd become in your own emotions. But you nodded, forcing a small smile to settle on your lips, playing into the comfortable rapport that you two shared. "Understood, Captain," you replied, voice steady. "I’ll make sure to keep that in mind"

Jenna seemed to scrutinise you for a long moment, her gaze heavy with the weight of her expectations. Despite her doubts, you knew she believed in you, in your integrity, that you could stand firm in the face of whatever Sylus represented. And that faith, unspoken but palpable, twisted your gut with a wave of guilt you barely managed to keep hidden.

Finally, she closed the file, tapping it thoughtfully before looking up at you. "I've been thinking that it might be time we begin to push this mission forward," she said, her tone resolute. "Keeping tabs on his routines and associates is all well and good for establishing a preliminary, but if you’re not able to observe anything more useful soon, I think it’s time to move into the second phase of this operation."

Your throat tightened. "The second phase?" you echoed, already knowing the answer.

Jenna nodded. "Start to gain his trust. Get close to him and make contact with him. Become someone useful, someone he can rely on. It’s time to start creating opportunities to make him believe you’re on his side. We should start refining the identity we set up for you. I’ll have someone start working on it"

The weight of her directive settled heavily on you, every syllable pressing against the tangled mess of emotions you’d been hiding. You forced yourself to nod, even as your mind spun, grappling with the impossibility of what she was asking. The idea of getting closer to Sylus, of creating trust, felt like playing with fire - but it also ignited a treacherous thrill inside you. The idea of meeting him finally, having his crimson eyes focused on you, and his sweet honeyed voice saying your name, made your excitement swell.

Jenna's voice softened, her eyes steady. "Just remember... This mission is about bringing him to justice, not getting caught up in his world. You have to maintain your integrity while getting close to him, okay? Don’t lose who you are.” She warned you. “The Hunter’s association will not pardon any illegal activity during this mission unless it’s absolutely necessary, and there will be an investigation should that happen. From now on your reports need to be more detailed.”

"Understood, Captain," you managed, your voice barely more than a whisper.

You swallowed hard, the conflict simmering beneath the surface as you held her gaze. She had no idea how blurred those lines had already become, how far you’d drifted from the Association’s purpose. And as you turned to leave, Jenna’s words echoed in your mind, a relentless reminder of the path you were supposed to be walking.

As you stepped out of her office, a sense of foreboding settled over you. You knew you were spiralling into a darkness that neither the Association nor Jenna could pull you from.

The meeting with Captain Jenna had allowed you to return to surveillance within only a few days of your return to work. It was nice to do away with the usual week of desk work you'd expected to be on after a period of sickness like that. You’d settled back into the routine easily. Daily reports; endless streams of surveillance footage; and the sterile language of mission updates all felt hollow like a pale imitation of the vibrant, chaotic world Sylus inhabited. You’d taken Captain Jenna’s advice, making your reports much more detailed. The fear of being removed from the mission was enough to spark you into overdrive, prompting you to add little embellishments here and there to the official documentation. Well maybe that wasn’t quite true. You’d begun to flat out lie in order to ensure that your reports were satisfactory by the Association’s standards.

There was only one bright spot that pierced through the dull haze: him. Seeing Sylus, even from a distance, was like inhaling fresh air after being trapped in a suffocating room. His presence was magnetic and ensured that the monotony of your days was well worth the effort you took to remain on this mission.

The seasons had begun to shift back in Linkon. The crisp mornings and early sunsets reminded you of how fragile the boundary between day and night had become as summer’s oppressive heat gave way to autumn’s cooler days and crisp air. The change was almost imperceptible in the N109 zone however, where the sun rarely shone and the air always seemed thick with tension. The city was dangerous enough in the light, but under the cover of darkness, it transformed into something feral and untamed.

It was one such night that finally tipped you over the edge.

You had been trailing Sylus all day, tracking his movements with the kind of precision that had become second nature to you now. He’d had a quiet day - no business meetings in his usual haunts, no deals or auctions attended, just the occasional basic errand that seemed beneath a man of his stature. When you finally overheard a mention of him heading to one of his clubs for an “appointment,” your pulse quickened. At last, a change in scenery.

The club he mentioned, Opal Veil, was one of only a few in his business portfolio that you hadn’t visited yet but you knew enough about its general dealings to know that a field trip there would be no walk in the park. Its reputation preceded it - Opal Veil was an exclusive haven for the N109 zone’s elite, where power and wealth mingled under the dim glow of neon lights. The kind of place where alliances were forged over expensive drinks and betrayals were whispered between beats of the music. This wasn’t just a club. It was a domain, his domain.

As you approached the club that evening, it loomed before you like a jewel in the dark. The neon signage bathed the street in a soft, otherworldly glow, the bold letters of standing out against the grimy backdrop of the city. It seemed entirely out of place in the barren alleyway. The low thumping bassline of the music seemed to rattle the building, the boarded up windows rattling slightly as the beat thrummed. Two towering figures flanked the entrance. Their sharp suits and unconcealed firearms marked them as far more than simple bouncers they were clearly not to be messed with. You took a deep breath and continued towards them with what you hoped was an air of arrogance. They watched you approach, their gazes hard and assessing. Both men turned to look at one another, a silent conversation taking place despite no words ever being said out loud. This was it, you were about to lose your chance to get inside. You prepared yourself to be turned away but to your surprise, they stepped aside without a word, allowing you to pass.

Inside, the club was a world of its own. Golden light spilled from ornate fixtures, illuminating the velvet booths and polished wood floors. The bar gleamed under the glow of recessed lighting, patrons flashing black cards and stacks of cash to catch the attention of the overwhelmed bartenders. The dance floor was a sea of movement, bodies swaying and shifting like a tide under the hypnotic pulse of the music. The scent of cigars, top-shelf liquor, and the faint metallic tang of power filled the air, mingling with the subtle but ever-present smell of danger.

Your outfit - a slinky black dress that clung to your curves in ways you weren’t entirely comfortable with - felt almost like a costume. The hemline barely brushed your thighs, and the plunging neckline revealed far more than you’d ever consider appropriate for work, but in a place like this, blending in was paramount. The gun tucked into your clutch was a poor substitute for your usual holster, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. You adjusted the dress once more as you stepped deeper into the club, willing yourself to stay focused.

You were momentarily tipped off balance by an incoming wave of men all dressed in black and clearly not newcomers like you. As they brushed past you, you felt a hand caress your ass and jumped at the contact, feeling completely out of your depth. No one else in the club seemed out of pace, their confidence came from understanding that they were right where they belonged. People moved with purpose, predators wrapped in silk and sharp suits, their laughter sharp and hollow. Your gaze darted around the room, taking in the opulence and seedy undertones that clung to every corner.

You needed to compose yourself or your presence here would stick out like a sore thumb. You slipped into the bathroom, a sanctuary of warmth and soft golden light. The granite countertop gleamed under suspended lamps, and the faint scent of cedar and expensive soap lingered in the air. You leaned against the cool surface of the sink, your reflection staring back at you.

Your makeup was still flawless, your eyes sharp, but the tension in your shoulders betrayed the nerves simmering beneath your skin. You took a shaky breath, then another, trying to steady yourself. This was just another mission, you reminded yourself. Nothing more. You re-applied your lipstick with slow precision, forcing your trembling hands to still. The glossy sheen felt like a mask - a layer of confidence you desperately needed.

You straightened your posture, smoothing your dress as you turned toward the door. You’d gotten through tougher situations before, you told yourself. This was no different.

But the moment you stepped back into the main room, the world shifted.

Your eyes found him instantly, as though your gaze was magnetically drawn to him, his presence unmistakeable even in the crowded room. Sylus lounged in a private booth, the golden light casting a warm glow over his sharp features. His silver hair caught the light in a way that made it appear almost ethereal, though nothing about him could be called soft. He radiated control and confidence.

His tailored grey shirt hugged his broad chest and shoulders perfectly, the fabric stretching slightly with every subtle movement. A leather harness wrapped around his torso accentuating the powerful lines and defined musculature beneath. His long legs were stretched out beneath the table, the dark fabric of his trousers perfectly fitted to his form. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Your breath caught as you took him in, the sight of him sending an unbidden heat coursing through your veins. Even seated, he commanded the space, his every movement deliberate, calculated. The smirk playing on his lips suggested he knew exactly how captivating he was—and exactly who was watching him.

Sylus leaned forward slightly, the glow of the light above catching on the sharp planes of his jaw as his gaze flicked across the room, taking everything in with that predatory sharpness. Even here, surrounded by indulgence and luxury, and the elite, he stood out as a person of power.

And then you saw her.

Lucienne Carrion. The name alone was enough to make your stomach twist. The ruthless leader of Vokoti, an organisation that worked similarly to Onychinus but held nowhere near the same amount of power. . She was dressed in a striking red gown, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin and revealing legs that seemed to stretch for miles. Her dark hair was swept back, her sharp features softened only by the sultry smile she wore as she leaned in close to Sylus. Too close. Her hand rested on his thigh, her long nails tracing idle patterns over the fabric of his trousers.

Your stomach churned, anger and jealousy twisting together into a suffocating knot. The sight of her touching him ignited something primal in you, a possessiveness that you had no right to feel but couldn’t suppress. He didn’t even know you existed, and yet you felt betrayed, as though his presence with her was a personal affront.

Your mind spiralled, torn between the irrational anger bubbling within you and the cold logic that tried to tell you this wasn’t real. He was supposed to be untouchable, yet here he was, letting her get closer than anyone else ever had. The rational part of your brain left the room, leaving you with only one conclusion to make. The fucker was on a date. He doesn’t know you, the rational part of your mind whispered, but that voice was drowned out by the rush of jealousy that left your hands trembling.

You moved to the bar, ordering a drink to steady yourself. From your vantage point, you watched them closely, every touch between them like a dagger to your chest. You imagined Lucienne’s head hitting the polished wood of the table, over and over again until the smug smile on her face was replaced by nothing but blood and broken teeth. The thought was so vivid it startled you, and you shook your head, trying to clear the violent imagery.

Sylus’s carmine eyes flicked briefly in your direction, a smirk ghosting across his lips before he turned his attention back to Lucienne. The movement was subtle, so subtle that you missed it entirely.

Sylus grew even more smug at what that little look had revealed to him. He knew you were there. Of course he did. Sylus was always aware of his surroundings, and you had become a part of his landscape - one he found endlessly amusing. He had clocked you the second you had stepped into his club. After all, the security had given him a heads up that his special guest had arrived, just as he knew you would.

You looked far too tempting for Sylus’ preference. He’d found his thoughts wandering back to the night he’d seen you pleasuring yourself, how delicious your body had looked as you’d writhed in pleasure. Seeing you in that risky little number had his entire body on edge with need.

Pretty little hunter, he thought, the smirk deepening as he watched you from the corner of his eye. The tension in your posture, the way your gaze darted between him and Lucienne - it was written all over you. And oh, how he loved it. You were jealous, and he found it utterly delightful. A spark of satisfaction and pride ran through him, and he leaned into her touch, placing his hand lightly over Lucienne’s as if to seal the intimacy between them.

The sight made your stomach drop, but Sylus felt nothing but delight. He could see the tension in your posture, the way your drink sat untouched on the bar as your attention remained locked on him. Pretty little hunter, he thought with a smirk. How adorable you were, sitting there stewing in jealousy, your emotions practically written across your face.

He leaned closer to Lucienne, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh, the sound low and sultry. He didn’t care about Lucienne, this was a business meeting after all, but the way your jaw tightened at the sight of them together was worth every second of the charade.

Your nails bit into the flesh of your palm, the pain grounding you just enough to keep your composure. You told yourself it didn’t matter, that he didn’t matter, but the bitter taste of betrayal lingered on your tongue. You had killed a man to protect him, had risked everything for him, and now here he was, laughing and leaning into this bitch - allowing someone like her to touch him as though it meant nothing.

Lucienne’s laughter rang out, a low, sultry sound that only added fuel to the fire burning in your chest. And Sylus - how could he be so casual, so unaffected, when he had consumed your every waking thought?

Sylus stood, adjusting his shirt collar as he prepared to leave. Lucienne rose with him, her hand trailing down his arm in a gesture that made your teeth clench. He nodded to one of his men, his attention briefly drawn to the movement near the bar. You slipped deeper into the shadows, your mind racing.

How dare he move so freely, so unaffected, while he had consumed every part of you? It wasn’t fair. He had taken up so much space in your mind, haunted your every thought, and yet he lived his life without even a flicker of acknowledgment for what he had done to you.

As Sylus rose from the booth, Lucienne following closely behind him, you made a decision. You were done playing by the rules of the Hunter’s Association, done trying to reconcile your obsession with the mission. If Sylus was going to consume your every thought, then you would make sure he had no choice but to notice you.

The mission didn’t matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was Sylus - and making him yours, no matter the cost.

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Chapter 4 is finally done! This one took me so long and I'm still not entirely happy with it to be honest but if I have to look at it for another day, I might cry!

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 2 years ago

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Steps Towards - Carlos Sainz

<word count - 3007> |part 1 - Scheming|

You didn't say anything else, and neither of you made the effort to move. Both of you were comfortable, and moving would probably result in awkwardness, and you wanted to avoid that as much as humanly possible.

After a few more minutes, his hands still gently playing with your hair, Carlos spoke. "I should probably start getting ready," he said, moving his hands away.

"Yeah, I probably should too," you said, knowing you'd have to be watching the practise sessions for the day. "Y'know, to get ready, we actually have to get up," Carlos teased, nudging you.

"Oh yeah, sorry," you mumbled, moving away from him and sitting on the edge of the bed. You were trying to hide the blush of embarrassment that was flushed on your cheeks. You heard the bathroom door close behind him, and you took a minute to compose yourself.

Were you really just going to move on and pretend that didn't happen? Maybe that was for the best. It would affect your professional relationship, and that was the last thing either of you needed.

But, you loved every second you spent near him. And last night, even if you only knew about an hour or two of it, made your heart flutter in ways you didn't imagine was possible. He just had this thing about him, but you couldn't act on it. He was your job, not your future.

Caught up in your thoughts, you didn't even notice Carlos exiting the bathroom. "Y/N?" he said, but you didn't hear him. "Hey, you alright?" He asked, as he appeared in front of you. He was ready for practise, Ferrari apparel clad.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you weakly smiled at him, trying not to look at him in fear of never being able to look away. You had kept your cool since Carlos had started driving at Ferrari, so you could keep it up for now.

"The bathrooms yours," he told you, towel drying his hair as he walked back around to his side of the bed, perching on the edge. "Thanks," you said, collecting your clothes for the day and going inside.

It didn't take long for you to get ready, and when you left the bathroom, you saw Carlos getting his jacket on. "I'm going downstairs for breakfast with Charles before we leave for the track, you coming?"

"Thanks, but I have some online meetings to do before practise," you said, getting your laptop out and setting it down on the dressing table so you could sit properly. "What are you going to do for breakfast?" he asked, leaning against the wall.

"I'll probably just wait until lunch, I don't have any time to grab anything now," you explained, sitting down on the chair. "Call room service, I've got it covered," he said. You never normally got room service since the hotels that you were booked were normally quite fancy. And expensive.

"You sure?" you asked as he opened the door to the room to reveal Charles, just standing there. "Yeah, of course, get whatever you want," he said, waving you goodbye. Shortly after, there was another knock on the door. "Come in!" you called, thinking it was Carlos since he had left his key or something.

"Cleaning service," the old lady said, pushing her cart into the room.

"Yes please," you smiled at her as she got to work. She stripped the beds down and cleaned up the glasses of water on the tables. When she was done, the bed had been made and the whole room looked camera ready.

"Have a nice day," she said as she approached the door to leave.

"Hey, wait a second," you called out to her, and she stopped in the doorway. You scrambled to find your purse, and when you did, you plucked a few notes out of it. "Here, thanks for this," you said, and she happily beamed at you.

"Thank you very much," she said, tucking the notes into her pocket and wheeling the cart away and down the hall. You had around fifteen minutes until your meeting, so you picked up the phone and ordered yourself a stack of pancakes.

They arrived within ten, so you had to eat them as quick as you possibly could. You may not have finished them, but you certainly would after the first meeting when you got a break. Your laptop started chiming, and you accepted the call as the faces of your co-workers appeared in boxes on the screen.

Meanwhile, Charles and Carlos were sat downstairs, scanning through the menu to see what they wanted. "So, how did it go?" Charles asked, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

"How did what go?" Carlos shrugged having already decided that he wasn't going to give Charles anything. "You sharing a room with Y/N," he said, kicking Carlos' shin under the table. "Nothing happened, as I'm sure you'll be disappointed to hear,"

"Come on, nothing? Nothing happened?" Charles asked, desperate for a bit of gossip. He had been urging Carlos to ask you out for a few years now, and he finally thought his planning skills had paid off perfectly. Well, they had, but he didn't have to know about that for now.

"No, nothing happened," Carlos said, sipping at the water from his glass. A part of him felt smug knowing that you had slept in the same bed and woken up, entangled in each others arms and he wasn't letting it slip.

Charles just looked at him, a dejected expression painted on his face. "I don't know what you were expecting," Carlos smirked, absolutely reveling in Charles' disappointment.

"Well it's a good job we still have a few nights, and I'm not planning on letting you back in the room any time soon," Charles said, thinking he still had the upper hand in the situation. Carlos had a feeling that this was how it was going to be for the weekend, and he had to admit that he was looking forward to it.

"That's fine," Carlos said, not letting any sort of emotion show on his face.

"Oh I'm sure it is. I noticed the rooms only have one bed, don't think I let that slip my mind," Charles said, thinking he had finally cracked the code. "Pillow walls are a wonderous thing, Charles," Carlos smiled, watching as Charles slowly started to get irritated.

"Just ask her out already please. Then I won't have to do these kinds of things to you," Charles pouted, sighing. "I work with her, I am not going to ask her out."

"That's a bullshit excuse and you know it," Charles scoffed.

"Oh yeah? Why do you say that?"

"Because you wouldn't care about any of that if you really liked her," Charles explained, smiling at the waiter who brought them their breakfast. "Maybe I don't like her as much as you think I do," Carlos said.

"Carlos, you look at her like she's the only person in the room and the look on your face when you see her is like a lovesick teenager. You're crazy for her, and everyone can see it," Charles said, tucking into his avocado on toast.

"Can they?" Carlos winced, knowing Charles had him on that one. When he looked at you, he never wanted to tear his eyes away. "You hardly try to keep it a secret. Everyone knows. Well, everyone except her," Charles said.

"And that is how it's going to stay," Carlos said, as if it were an instruction that had to be obeyed. "Are you really that blind? She's got it bad for you, Carlos," Charles said as if it were a commonly known fact. "No, she doesn't,"

"Wait until you hear what I'm about to tell you then. I heard Y/N talking to Maria from the marketing team in the garage last weekend. They were giving their opinions on the drivers, and Maria asked about you. Y/N said, 'I can't say anything, I pretty much work for him'," Charles started explaining, the excitement in his voice was evident.

"And I'm not surprised she said that, it was perfectly reasonable answer," Carlos tutted, continuing with his breakfast. "But you haven't let me get to the good bit yet. Maria pressed on a bit, since we all know you like her. Then Y/N said, 'He's lovely, he's cute. What more could I want?'" Charles giggled.

Carlos tried not to let his happiness show on his face. "Charles you're acting like a teenager, it's not a big deal," Carlos said, dismissing his words.

"Not a big deal? I have just proved to you that she likes you back and you are telling me it's not a big deal? Sometimes I wonder about you, Carlos, I really do," Charles shook his head, wondering why his friend was so quick to dismiss the words he had wanted to hear all along. You liked him back.

But surely you didn't? You only said that because Maria had pushed for it, right? "Charles, Y/N and me is never going to happen," Carlos said, but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself of that over it being something he truly believed.

"But it can, you just need to take a chance. So what if it's awkward after? At least you tried. But I have a feeling it would be far from awkward, though," Charles said. Carlos stayed silent, his head and heart fighting for control. His heart told him to take the leap, but his head held his limbs still, not letting him soar off the edge.

"I'll think about it," he mumbled. Thankfully, the conversation moved on from you, and onto what they were feeling for this weekend. Just as they were finishing their breakfast, Carlos dropped some of his down his shirt.

"Oh shit," Carlos sighed, setting his knife and fork down.

"Mate really?" Charles laughed, passing him some napkins to try and wipe the stain away. As expected, it just made it worse. "Do you have any other shirts?"

"Yeah, but they're back in the room. How long do we have until we leave?" Carlos asked, still trying to wipe the stain away. "We've got like, five minutes," Charles chuckled.

"Y/N should still be in the room, I'll call her," Carlos said, finding your number in his phone and dialling it. You were still in a meeting, but you weren't going to miss the call. "Sorry, I have to take this. I'll be quick," you said, standing from the chair and putting the call on mute.

"Carlos, what's up?" you said.

"Could you bring me down another shirt? I may or may not have spilt my breakfast on it. I have a few spare hung up in the wardrobe," he explained.

"Yeah, I'll be down as soon as I can," you said, putting the phone down and springing into action. You went to the wardrobe and found one of his Ferrari polos hanging there, just like he said they would be. You took one and swiped the room key off the table and ran down the hall and down the stairs.

You needed to make it quick so that you could be back to the meeting as soon as possible. Your eyes darted around the cafe downstairs when you reached it, but you couldn't spot any scarlet anywhere.

Instead, you turned around and headed to the foyer. In the distance, you spotted the two drivers sat in some chairs as they waited. "Carlos!" You called out, rushing over to him. "Here," you said, handing him the shirt. "Thank you, you're a lifesaver!" he smiled, standing to take it off you.

"Are your meetings done yet?" he asked.

"Not yet, I'm still in one. I've just put myself on mute so I can come down here," you told him with a smile. "Oh sorry, I didn't know. I'll see you at the track later, yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I won't see you before practise, so good luck. You too, Charles," you smiled, looking over at the man from Monaco. "Don't get into any PR disasters while I'm gone!" You called back to him with a laugh as you went to skip up the stairs again.

"You can't convince me she doesn't like you," Charles said, standing from his chair, "I'll meet you outside, the car should be here any minute," he continued, walking out of the glass doors to the outside entrance. "Yeah, alright,"

You went back to your room, but the meeting was almost over. You hadn't missed anything important, just the timings of some of the interviews they would be doing next week. Those were the kinds of things that were put on the post-meeting emails anyway.

You didn't have anything else to do, so you thought you might as well head to the track. Collecting all of your stuff, you called a cab and it drive you to the track. By the time you had gotten there, Charles and Carlos were already in their cars, ready for the first practise.

You watched through the practise and stayed in the Ferrari motorhome, since it was a nice space to get some more work done. You didn't have anything to do, so you started scheduling interviews for in a few races time.

"Hey," you heard, and the couch next to you sunk under someone's weight. Turning to the side, you spotted Carlos, who was still in his race suit. "Hey, nice work out there," you smiled, closing your laptop and giving your full attention to him.

"Thanks, and thank you for earlier. I didn't mean to pull you out of your meeting or anything," he said. "Don't worry about it, it was a boring meeting anyway," you laughed, looking as a smile formed on his face.

"Can I get you dinner or something? As a sorry and a thank you," he asked. This was kind of him taking a chance, because he thought he'd be able to gauge how you felt by your reaction. "Carlos, you got me breakfast, that is more than enough. And don't be sorry, it was the perfect excuse to stretch my legs," you smiled.

Your heart was beating a million miles a minute right now, and you could barely think straight. Surely it was just him being nice, but maybe it wasn't. Just maybe it wasn't. "But that was before I distracted you from your meeting. Come on, it'll be fun," he said in a sing-song tone, nudging you.

"Yeah, alright. How does Sunday night sound?" you asked, smiling. You were trying not to kick your legs about and squeal out of pure joy. "Perfect, I'll pick you up from our hotel room at seven?" he asked, standing back up as his engineer approached him.

"I'll see you there," you laughed, watching as he waved and walked away.

"Someone's looking cheerful," the voice of Maria said from next to you. She had taken the spot Carlos was just sat in. "Just having a good day," you said, not wanting to tell her anything. Maria could be a bit of a gossip, and word around the garage spread like wildfire. You didn't want people thinking this was more than it was, and you didn't want your job to be put in jeopardy.

"You sure that doesn't have anything to do with a certain Spanish snack?" she giggled. Maria knew you both liked each other, and she was trying to play matchmaker like Charles. Only she didn't lock people out of hotel rooms to accomplish that.

"No, simply a good day," you straight up lied, before getting up and heading over to the cafeteria to grab a snack, leaving Maria to speculate.

Carlos was stood in the back of the garage, finishing up with telling his engineer about how the car was feeling and the things he wanted to change for the next practise. Just as he had been left alone, Charles appeared beside him.

"Hey mate, a few of us are going for drinks on Sunday night, you wanna come?" Charles asked, leaning on the wall next to him. "Sorry, I've already made plans," he said, desperately not wanting to tell him what he was actually doing.

"With who? You don't have any other friends," Charles teased, causing Carlos to scoff at him.

"I do have friends, you just don't know them,"

"Then who are you going out with?" Charles pressed.

"A friend," Carlos kept his answer short. He didn't want Charles to tease him if he told him he was taking you out to dinner. "A lady friend or just a friend friend?" he winked.

"Just a friend friend," Carlos said, hoping he wouldn't see through his lies and leave the subject all together. "What are they called? Have I met them?" Charles asked.

However, Carlos was side-tracked by spotting you out of the corner of his eye. His gaze was trained on you as you walked through the garage and out the other side. He just loved the way you moved and how you walked as if you hadn't a care in the world.

"Oh my god you did it, didn't you?" Charles asked with a huge, beaming smile on his face.

"Did what?" Carlos said as if he were oblivious to the fact he had just gotten completely side tracked by you. "The person who you're going out with just walked past, didn't they?"

"Yeah, they did," Carlos grinned, looking down at his feet to try and hide his excitement. Charles patted him on the back, "Took you long enough! Where are you taking her?"

"I don't know yet, I only asked her half an hour ago. It was just to say thank you and sorry for pulling her out of her meeting, " he grinned, keeping his voice down so that no one around them could hear. "Keep telling yourself that, and I'm still not letting you in the room," Charles said.

"I know you aren't, I know," Carlos shook his head. He hadn't even thought about the fact that you'd be sharing a room for the rest of the weekend. The rest of the weekend.

A/N - I was never intending this to have multiple parts, but here we are! There will definitely be a couple more parts, rest assured.

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wordsarelife · 2 years ago

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so my idea was that reader never had her first kiss and is very inexperienced. they‘re all making fun if her but in a loving way. but lockwood decides to rescue her and teach / practise with her.

—london boy

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!reader

summary: lockwood and y/n finish a study about what defines the greatness of a kiss

warnings: kissing ig

note: this was so fun to write!! such a good idea, I hope I did it justice!!

"yeah" Lucy laughed "but that wasn't the weirdest thing, when he kissed me, he had so much spit in his mouth, I nearly had to throw up"

"ew" George exclaimed, the rest of the table irrupting into similar sounds at the story of Lucy's horrible date

"I hate it when people do that" Lockwood agreed and you grew quiet. you had never kissed anyone, so it wasn't like you would now what should and shouldn't be done while kissing.

you found it some what embarrassing, but at the same time you had only turned sixteen, you had all the time in the world to kiss dozen of people. you internal monologue, had totally occupied from listening to the conversation and now all eyes had turned to you

"what is it?" you raised your brows. you sensed the growing reservation from your friends

"nothing" exclaimed Lockwood quickly, but you didn't buy into it

"we just wondered if you had ever kissed someone before" George said. Lockwood threw an angry look in his direction and Lucy admonished him loudly

"what?" you asked, startled by the sudden question

"well" said George "we all had a fair share of relationships, but we never saw you with anybody.. that begs the question" George left the rest of sentence unfinished, due to the kick he received from Lockwood under the table.

"oh" you looked down in shame "well, in that case I guess you're right"

"its nothing to be ashamed of" muttered Lucy. you looked up and send her a grateful smile

"it's a bit funny. but in a good way" George send you a smile "hopefully you will never have to kiss such a douchebag like Lucy, with a mouth full spit, there are enough of them in this world"

you all broke into laughter, the tense atmosphere suddenly blown away by you guys falling into your usual comfort.

an hour later, you were cleaning up the kitchen, when there was a soft knock at the kitchen door. you turned around and were met with Lockwood

"hey" you smiled "you know you don't have to knock, right? this is still your house"

"I didn't want to startle you" he walked into the room and sat down at the table

"I just finished" you sat down beside him "its quite late, we should go to bed"

he had taken your hand and stopped you from standing up

"wait" he muttered and watched as you sank back in your seat again "what you said earlier, was that true?"

"what? that I've never been kissed? do you think I would lie, because I like to feel embarrassed all the time? it's bad enough already, I don't need you to make fun of me"

"I would never, and there's nothing to be embarrassed of, a few less douchebags you have kissed, what does it matter?"

you just shrugged

"not every kiss is awesome. some of them are bad. so bad even, that you later regret them" he smiled reassuringly "maybe you avoided a few of them"

"this might sound stupid" you breathed "but are there bad and good kisses or just bad and good kissers?"

"well, what's the difference?" Lockwood smiled

"I presume there's a big one" you said "the difference is noticeable wether you measure the quality of a kiss by the circumstances or more by the person giving them. statistically-" you were interrupted the moment Lockwood suddenly leaned forward and plastered a chaste kiss onto your lips

"wha-?" your eyes turned big

"that was a good kiss for example" he said lowly "and just for measurement purposes" he leant forward again and repeated his action, this time leaving his lips a few seconds longer

"yeah" you breathed confused "those were pretty good"

"I think I understand what you meant now" he said "is it the kiss or is it the person giving the kiss"

"yeah" you nodded, leaning forward and kissing him again "I think it's the person giving the kiss" Lockwood shrugged and you smiled

"well, maybe there's another possibility we haven't thought about yet"

"is there?"

"yeah, what if it's the length of a kiss?" you planted a short and chaste kiss onto his mouth

"yeah, what if the quality is defined by time rather than skill?" Lockwoods hand wandered to rest on your cheek. he pulled your face forward slowly, connecting your lips.

it was in that moment you realised that kissing was much more easier than you had initially thought. it was a lot like falling asleep. all the time it didn't happen, you would worry and think, but when it finally did, it just happened, you knew what you had to do suddenly

your hands went into his hair, his hand was still resting on your cheek, the other gliding down towards your waist and pulling you off your chair and into his lap. his lips were soft, not that you had anything to compare them too, but still. you opened your mouth slightly, his tongue slipping inside.

you slowly broke the kiss, leaning your forehead against his and smiling. you stayed like that for a few minutes.

"do you think those are enough kisses to determine a measurement?"

Lockwood shook his head. "we still have to find out if quantity stands above quality"

you stood up from his lap. "I think quality's more important" you giggled, watching his face fall dramatically

"well, only one way to find out" he laughed, chasing you up the stairs.

the next morning George and Lucy would complain about having heard you two giggle all night.

you would send a conspiratorial look in Lockwoods direction, having continued your study up in his room

you were no longer the only one in the house who had not been kissed. and you had Lockwood to thank for that. although he had gotten quiet angry when you had suggested to expand the study by testing out different kissing partners.

he was much more keen on him being the only one you were kissing. well, let's just say, it's not like you minded...

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merirat · 23 days ago

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Radiorose Weekend 01 - Injury

Posted for Radiorose Weekend 2025 (if a bit behind because I have been in an abysmal mood).

Dusk

This is how the world ends.

He's been told that it's only the end if you think the story's about you, but has only smiled politely in return.

He knows the story's about him. What other story would he tell?

It's the series that goes on.

"It's cold," Rosie murmurs, and she is not wrong.

Nor is she right. This corner is tucked away, sheltered from wind and war, and the heat of Hell itself warms the walls against which they lie, but they are both cold. And growing colder by the moment.

He pulls her in closer all the same. He suspects it's what she really wants.

She rewards him with a faint chuckle.

It isn't a loss by any means. Charlie Morningstar, whom he has raised and emboldened, leader of demonic and angelic forces both, will live on. Her dream will live on. Her alliances will live on. This bloody war, manufactured by isolated actors on both sides, driven by rage, and fear, and fervour, will die its ignoble death, its champions alongside it.

He should not have been included.

He should not, but he will be.

He once thought he would rule Hell. Not it name, per se, but by reputation. He would be the driving force behind Hell's leadership, wear little Charlie Morningstar like a mask, guide her in his ways, but…

But…

But.

Damn her and her silly dreams! Her yearning and steadfast belief! She'd changed his mind. He and all who resided in her miserable hotel. She'd changed the minds of Heaven and Hell themselves, all but the fanatic few who'd rained violence down upon them both.

There are healers, he knows. There are those now equipped to deal with the poisoned grace of angelic weaponry. It would be nothing to seek them out, even now, when the battle still rages despite the slow winding down of the opposing forces. He could find them, but he won't. He is a creature of Hell, and when Charlie Morningstar changed Hell, she changed the world forever.

It has no place for him now. His world is ended.

And so, like a wounded cat, he left and Rosie walked beside him.

He asked her to turn back. He begged and pleaded, but she spoke his own thoughts back to him, and so they left together. Hidden away, they won't be seen. They won't be found. Not until it's too late. They can't be seen, but they can see the smallest patch of sky. That is all they need.

"Let me kiss you," Rosie murmurs near his ear. "Just once. I've always wanted to."

They've been close, but still.

"Why would you want to?"

"Just to know."

There's more to it, he's quite certain, but there's no point in worrying about it now. There is no time for what ifs or what could have beens. There is only now, and now is very fleeting, but there is no harm and so he does.

She does most of the work. He tries to reciprocate, but she only laughs softly as they pull apart.

Her lips taste of blood.

"What do you think?" she asks.

A strange pastime, he thinks, but he would have done it more often if she had asked sooner and he tells her so.

"Perhaps in another life," she says. And then, "I hope that I go first. It's selfish, but I couldn't bear the wait."

He understands, but says nothing. He's well practised in bearing both weights and waits and will bear it if she needs to leave him.

Eventually, she does.

Minutes pass like hours, and then the sky lights up in a pyrotechnic display of colourful explosions.

Victory.

"She's done it," he tells no one who can hear.

The world ends with a bang and a sigh, and the series goes on.

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jincapableoflove · 25 days ago

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A Recipe for Love (Part 1)

Pairing: Jimin x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: baker/chef! jimin, baker/chef! reader, forbidden romance, angst, fluff, potential smut

Series summary: As their town announces its first-ever baking competition, Kim Y/n and Park Jimin find themselves pairing up to participate. However, the generations-old feud between their families prevents them from doing so. In order to avoid stirring up further animosity between their families, Jimin and Y/n must be secretive. Will Jimin and Y/n be able to be stealthy enough to navigate their days practising and testing out recipes for the competition, without their family members finding out?

Word count: 1.4k

Chapter Warnings: mentions of a family rivalry, beginning of a forbidden romance (?), there arent any warnings as of now.

A/N: hey, welcome to my first-ever series! i’ve been reading fics for as long as i can remember, and i've always wanted to start a blog of my own. this story is initially from my wattpad (the link to which u can find in my profile) but I've switched over to tumblr bcs I hope to reach a more mature audience. so here we are! would love for you to check this out and let me know if it’s worth continuing <3

my blog is still a work in progress, and i have so many ideas i wanna bring to life—so stick around! feedback, suggestions, and constructive criticism are always welcome.

thanks for being here!

Part 1: Pistachios and Peppermints

The ting of the oven indicates the completion of your latest experiment. As you whip the tray out, you allow your senses to get infused with its floral scent. A wafting combination of braided bread filled with pistachio and injected with rosewater is set down to cool.

The gleam in your eyes shows happiness in the success of your experiment before even indulging in the savory goodness that now rests atop the kitchen counter of your apartment.

Down the hallway, frantic tap-taps of a thumb on a controller can be heard. "Gguk-ah," you call out, "You might want to try this out."

In a matter of three seconds, said boy is by your side, video game playing on the TV screen now paused. "I knew you were baking something from all the delicious smells I've been sniffing in the past hour." Jeon Jeongguk, your cousin, says, causing a smile to form on your face.

You watch him with a giggle as he walks around the counter to analyze the dish from all sides, then proceeds to poke the top of the bread. "What have you made this time?" he asks, his mouth watering with greed and hunger.

"This is my latest experiment, The Pistachio-Rose Babka," you reply with pride lacing your voice. Baking skills are something you were born with. As a part of the Kim family that has been running Kim's Kreme bakehouse for the past 60 years, this trait is of no surprise. Your natural baking skills and knack for sweet delicacies cause every single one of your experiments to become a grand success. Experiments that are taste-tested and approved by your family are then sold in your bakery, where you work as a manager.

Unable to control his hunger anymore with the flowery scent flooding his nose, Jeongguk grabs a knife and cuts through the bread immediately. He puts a considerable amount of bread in his mouth, totally ignoring the way steam is rising from the bread. You can only look at him in amusement when the cry bursts out. "A-ah Ah- Ah- too hot!" His mouth burns.

You topple over in laughter, watching the poor boy in misery. "You should have waited until it cooled down fully, you idiot." Jeongguk pouts.

After giving the dessert a few good minutes to fully cool down, Jeongguk cuts up a slice (properly this time) and takes a bite. He lets the bread dissolve in his mouth as a frown takes over his face. You stand there unfazed, knowing that when Jeongguk frowns while eating, it's because he just had the most delicious thing on this planet. "WAHH," he exclaims, his eyes watering due to its immense flavor, "Y/n-ie, this is AMAZING! This should totally make it to our bakery. The people are going to love this."

"That's exactly what I plan to do, Gguk. All I need is Grandma's approval." Jeongguk sighs in pleasure from the taste that lingers in his mouth and proceeds to go for another piece.

"That's enough, Jeon Jeongguk, I need the rest for Grandma." He grunts with displeasure. "Anyway, Y/n-ie, you should get this to our shop as soon as possible. With The Park's increase in sales recently, we need to bring in more customers. I wonder what voodoo they do on the customers for them to keep going there when their pastries taste like shit."

"Don't be mean, Gguk. You know they specialize in breads and not cakes," you reply nonchalantly. Park's Hometown Bakeshop has been your bakery's biggest competitor ever since yours was established in Jipbap-Alley, 35 years ago.

The Park's bakery had been the only bakery in Jipbap-Alley for over 80 years, and they had a solid customer base due to their traditional baking methods and delicious bread. But with Kim's Kreme bakehouse's establishment, they saw competition, as customers wanted to try more modern dishes. Since then, there has been a spark of rivalry between both bakeries, resulting in both of them constantly trying to bring out new delicacies to attract customers. The Park bakery's signature item had been bread, but they started selling pastries when competition arose from your side. Your family also began to sell bread to keep all customers. And to this day, the competition is real even after the bakeries had been passed down through many generations.

"I don't get why you back them up so much, Y/n, even their breads taste bad. They should honestly close down and leave the business to us," Jeongguk says with an eye-roll.

"It's pointless arguing about this. You know they've been at it for years. They've got lots more years to it than us." When the bakehouse was passed on to you and your brother, Kim Seokjin, you wanted to establish a friendly relationship with your neighbouring bakery and even collaborate with them at some point. But this idea was immediately frowned upon by your family.

The years of rivalry between your families had caused the very mention of each other's names to be followed by eye-rolls and grimaces.

Park Jimin is the current owner of Park's Hometown Bakeshop. He is the same age as you. You met for the first time when Jimin had been opening up their shop, and you were changing up the menu board outside.

You had expected him to frown or sneer at you when you made eye contact, but to your surprise, he had smiled. A smile that caused his lips to curve upwards and cheekbones to inflate. One that had his eyes disappear into two crescent moons. One that made your heart beat differently for the first time in your life.

You responded in a similar manner, unbothered by the rivalry that had set your families apart for years. What you didn't know that day was that Jimin's heart had fluttered in a manner similar to yours.

Since then, stolen glances and thoughts of admiration had been exchanged between the two of you secretly. You admired the way Jimin didn't care about past rivalries just like you and smiled whenever he could. You even had one of your friends go to Park's Bakeshop to buy something so that you could finally try out their food. And unlike what Jeongguk spreads among everyone, their treats are definitely delicious.

You've always wanted to have a word with Park Jimin, but you couldn't because of your family. And you assume Jimin isn't approaching you due to the same.

A few minutes later, you pull into the driveway of your family house, excited to show your grandma, founder of Kim's Kreme, your new recipe.

The Kim family home is a cozy suburban house just around the corner of your bakery. The family home is your grandmother's most prized possession after the bakery. This house is filled with your father's and his siblings' childhood memories and memories of the late Mr. Kim. Grandma Kim Yoo-jung now lives there alone with her maid after her children moved out after their marriages. However, most of them live nearby for easy back-and-forth travel from the bakery.

One thing that makes the Kim family house so cozy is the smell of cinnamon and pumpkins in the air. Grandma Yoo-jung loves fall and the smell of freshly baked goods, which keeps her house smelling like it all year long.

As you enter, you immediately head to the backyard where you know you will find Grandma Yoo-jung enjoying a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

"Grandma!" you call out. "Y/n-ie, my child," Yoo-jung responds with a slight smile tugging at her lips, "What brings you here, my dear?"

You near her and set the box in your hand on the table before her. You open the box and slice a piece of bread, not saying a word, and hand it to your grandmother. Yoo-jung, already knowing what you're up to, takes a bite and closes her eyes right after. After a few minutes of chewing and savoring, she opens her eyes again and gives you a look. A look that conveys everything.

"You've impressed me again, my child. I knew you had it in you to take over our legacy." You sparkle with pride. You have impressed your grandmother yet again. This means yet another dessert to add to your bakery. "Thank you, Grandma." You smile widely. But what your grandma says next has your smile fading.

"This is a great next step in our plan to put a stop to the Park's business, once and for all."

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caramelarchive2 · 4 months ago

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Hey, uhm... hi!

I had seen you have reached 210 followers which is wonderful! Great job, both your art and your writing has brought me some happy moments over the course of the last few months I've been here.

Can I ask you about your art journey? What's your relationship with drawing? Did you like drawing as a kid too? I'm currently struggling with learning how to draw (despite having graduated from "elementary" art school, lol) and I like your style, so I thought it would be interesting to get to know how you got here.

Sorry for bothering, and even if you don't answer (which is totally fine) have a nice day/night!

WLAHHH HI THANK YOU SO MUCH I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY STUFF !! I'M GLAD IT'S MADE YOU HAPPY!!!!! <333

My art journey, huh? It's so weird to be asked about it!! Not in a bad way, I just never expect these sort of things.

As a kid - I don't know. I took an art enrichment and elective at different times from years 5-7 and I absolutely hated that. It was all "draw this piece of paper with the lights turned off" and "draw this vase with negative space".... But at the same time, I drew (bad) sketches in the margins of all my textbooks. So I guess I enjoyed "doodling".

I got into art when I got into anime 🙇 ... Yeah. Having an OC I really wanted to draw as if they were part of the media, and seeing other people do that, really motivated me. That's ... still what motivates me. I don't necessarily want to mimic the anime's style so much anymore, but I have the most fun when I draw Rie, even if it's silly!!

If you like my style, you should know it's had many many identity crises. I've tried (with my limited skills):

Watercolour (ish) (the background took 15 hours)

Anime (got pretty good at it, if I say so myself)

an obsession with chibis (I never get the facial proportions right)

semi realism (please give Rie her heart ahoge, Lei. this is Not Rie.)

whatever this is, that I only managed to do one time and kinda want to do again

and many many more, all different, some with only subtle changes, some with drastic. There is a lot of super ugly in between as well! I feel embarrassed sharing it hajajsj but believe me: I don't think what I have above is perfect, but it's some of my best work. I've improved a lot because I've drawn a lot.

I've settled on this, for now. And I like it, for now. But it'll probably change again, when I don't like it or when I like something else more. Maybe it'll be better, maybe worse.

But really it's just a lot of experimenting, picking out what I like from a thousand other artists, practising, changing, practising again... By changing style so much I've learnt a lot. I don't know, I was drawing in a different way for months and then I went back to anime and drew it the best I ever had.

I had a brief stint of teaching myself the human bone structure too. That was helpful. I should do more of the art class stuff, the colour theory and muscle and light and shadow.... but I don't wanna BDBSBZBXN

And I do it all to draw my Silly Little Characters <3

Sorry for the giant ass answer and good luck drawing!!

#lei chats

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doodlesfromthebird · 2 years ago

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Heya I've been drawing for a few years now but I'm still learning every day and I'm more than aware of the skill gap between me and others which is fine I am willing to work hard and improve. You and your art is a really big inspiration to me and I hope to reach your level someday. Can't help however but be really demotivated and easily affected by the difference between me and others and I know I shouldn't compare myself with people who have been drawing for wayyy longer than I have. What was your experience while improving your art? Any words of wisdom from the bird? I love drawing and I don't want to lose this kind of connection to it but most of the hours I spend practising are driven by spite and hatred over my own self aaaagh is this too personal lol thank god for the anonymous option lol I LOVE YOUR ART, I look at everything your passion for art overflows through your work.

Hey, pal! It's nothing to fret over, and I'm glad you feel comfortable sharing this! I think getting all your thoughts out this way is already good way to start, and I hope that alone was able to let off some steam on the subject.

I absolutely know how this feels, and it's still something that crops up for me time to time, too! It's gotten easier to manage over the years, but there's certainly times where it's taken the wind outta my sails and sunk my energy to be creative.

I think when you're wrapped up in that headspace, the best thing to do is stop the struggle and don't try to force progress. Don't even allow yourself to problem solve, or ask anything from yourself when that cloud's over your head. There have been plenty of times where I just end up making myself feel worse by simply asking "why do I like to create in the first place?" because I'll come up with overly critical answers "well, it's the only thing I'm good at"

Wait til you've distanced yourself from that frustration, and then give yourself time to reflect. Why do you actually enjoy making art? What about your connection to your creativity is so special to you? At what point in time did you enjoy drawing the most, and why? Why do you want to improve in the first place?

It's difficult because I think it's wonderful that you're pushing yourself to improve and practice. There's been many times where I've wished I could go back in time and tell myself to get more serious about practicing sooner. However, I absolutely don't think it's worth putting strain on your connection with your creativity. I think spite can be a powerful motivator, but when it's fueled by your own dissatisfaction and hatred for your own work, it cuts off the flow of that essential part of you that loves to create for the sake of it.

Sitting down to practice is going to feel like torture, because that spark of joy just CAN'T get to ya when you're trying to appease that part of you that thinks its you're gonna get left behind if you don't work harder. Brute forcing improvement has absolutely worked for some people! But it's also completely normal for that work style to make YOU feel miserable if it's at odds with how you actually enjoy drawing.

Is this all to say that you should only try to get better when you're in LOVE with how you feel about art? Not at all! You don't have to try and add any special feelings or force positivity, you just have to remove the resistance and the burden you put on yourself as best you can.

So if I could suggest anything, as corny as it may sound: be more kind to yourself. I mean it! Make peace with where you are. Celebrate your small wins. Detach yourself from it, if nothing else. Your art isn't always going to look better than it did yesterday, but look back on your work from a year ago! If you don't like the way your art looks, that's fine! That can be 100% true and it doesn't have to be a bad thing. You're going to improve. Take inspired action and practice in a way that draws that connection you treasure with art closer to you. Spend more time listening and indulging in what the creative in you wants to do in between study sessions.

I can comfortably say that I'm at the skill level where younger me would have wanted to aspire to be at. And yet, I have MANY days where I look at my work and wished it looked like someone else's. I still stare at a blank canvas with an idea in my head and feel dejected because my skill level isn't up to par with what I want to achieve. I promise you your art has value the way it looks Right Now.

Once you give yourself that grace, you're going to start looking forward to practicing. The inspiration that'll hit is going to motivate you to try things you might never have thought you'd attempt. Once you look at your work differently, your work is going to change. That's not going to be easy at first, but you can start by just saying "I am where I am, and I'm getting ready to be even better."

If you're interested in some suggestions to maybe get in the flow, while also satisfy the brain's need for Progress when practicing just isn't hittin' right:

Challenge yourself to scribble whatever pops into your head. Anything. Maybe it's absurdly complicated! Who cares. draw The Last Supper from memory in five minutes as best you can. Draw an insane fight scene with stick figures in weird angles. Your brain is going to !!HATE!! doing it, but that's fine! It's going to force you to detach from it. Allow yourself to create something that's bad and can be thrown away right after. Don't spend more than 30 minutes on these. Take the most complicated ideas off a pedestal by just Attempting them anyway.

Challenge yourself to draw only what would appease your inner child for a full day. If you used to trace over screenshots from a tv show to insert a fan character in, DO THAT. Draw something while listening to the soundtrack of one of your favorite video games as a child. Draw an alternative book cover for one of your favorite childhood books.

Practice anatomy by turning the models your referencing from into your favorite characters.

Color/paint a scene/character by picking colors from a screenshot in a movie you really like.

put on a favorite show/movie and draw for the entire duration of an episode/movie run-time. Draw passively without the intention of showing it to anyone.

draw a bunch of large, wonky shapes that fill up the entire canvas/paper and draw mini illustrations contained within those shapes.

IF ALL ELSE FAILS!!! GO TAKE A NAP!!! :) Don't be hard on yourself for being hard on yourself, either. Allow yourself time and ease.

I hope any of this brought hope, or comfort, or even just something to consider. I'm so glad you enjoy my art!! Thank you for your kind words. You and I and everyone else are walking this same road to improvement, and even though sometimes it might not feel that way, we're ALL walking side by side. You aren't alone, friend.

#letters to the bird

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shadowedoracle · 1 year ago

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A Fear of Needles

Happy Fluffapalooza/ Skin Deep Day Everyone!

This is a short little ficlet that came to me at about 6:30AM when I was trying to grab a few hours sleep after getting my CCA ballot done. Since, apparently, when I desperately need sleep I actually wonder about whether/ how much the population of Storybrooke is vaccinated... Then this came to me.

Not sure It's exactly what I was creating as I was falling asleep but it's close enough. I've only done a very basic proofread so if there are any typos/ obvious errors let me know.

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“I still don’t see why I need to do this.” Rumple muttered to his wife as they sat in the doctor’s waiting room. “I’m the Dark One, I don’t get sick.”

Belle shook her head, wishing she could roll her eyes as perfectly as her husband could as he returned to what he clearly thought was his winning argument.

“We’ve been over this already Rumple. You might not get sick like the rest of us. But we don’t know for sure that you can’t transmit a disease to someone else.”

“I’ve never done so in over two hundred years as the Dark One.” Her husband said huffily.

She looked at him levelly. “And for most of those years you lived alone. So that’s not as strong a point as it sounds on face value -- and you know it.”

“Humph, perhaps. But we lived in a world rife with disease and no prophylactic treatments such as vaccinations. You’d have thought if I was a carrier there’d have been some evidence of it.”

“Perhaps. But the data we have is just insufficient to be sure Rumple. And we need to be sure.” She laid her hand on his leg which was twitching slightly, a sure sign of his nerves. “I know you wouldn’t want to be the source of any harm to Gideon, if you could prevent it. Neither of us do. So by getting vaccinated we’re taking an important step towards ensuring we don’t harm our son, even indirectly.”

Rumple deflated.“I know.” He sighed. “I know.”

She knew he did know. They’d had this conversation before, multiple times now, and despite all of Rumple’s arguments she knew that ultimately she had the winning one: Rumple could never countenance being the source of any harm coming to their son, no matter how small the probability.

“Mr Gold?” Doc’s voice called through the waiting room.

They stood up and followed him into his office. After Doc had checked Rumple’s appointment details and medical record details-- well Mr. Gold’s medical records, so the age was made up since the computer system wouldn’t permit ages above 150, apparently -- he busied himself preparing the syringe.

Rumple looked at the needle with wide eyes, then his eyes darted to the door then to Belle. “Even if I agree this is necessary. Why are we doing this here? Why not go to Portland or Boston or New York? Somewhere with real doctors. Not a bunch of people who got there medical knowledge from a curse.”

“Hey!” Doc said. “We've spent over 28 years practising medicine in this land. We’re hardly new to things like injections.”

“I seriously doubt repeating the same day over and over gave you as much medical knowledge as you claim.” Rumple sneered.

“Enough Rumple,” said Belle. “We’ve discussed this before. It’s safer doing this here where you have magic, just in case either your body or your magic, reacts badly to the vaccinations.”

“Still doesn’t mean, I think allowing an inexperienced, non-formally trained doctor to stab me with a needle is a good idea.”

“I’m right here you know!” cried Doc.

“I’m sorry Doc.” Belle said knowing Rumple wouldn’t apologize for his remarks and wanting to reassure the dwarf. “I know you know what you’re doing. You’ve vaccinated most of the town by now, including Henry and Gideon.”

Rumple quietened at the reminder that both his son and grandson had been vaccinated by Doc. But as Doc swabbed his arm and picked up the syringe, he started fidgeting again.

Belle shook her head mentally. Who would ever believe the Dark One was afraid of needles? Time to break out the big guns. She put her hand on his thigh and leaned in so close that her lips brushed his ear. She made sure her voice was so low that Doc wouldn’t be able hear. “Rumplestiltskin, if you sit still and behave yourself from now on, I promise that tonight, once Gideon’s asleep, I’ll reward you in any way you desire.”

Rumple turned his head and softly brushed his lips against hers then whispered back, “deal Mrs Gold."

#Rumbelle #Rumbelle Fic #Fluffapalooza #Fluffapalooza 2024 #My Ficlets

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asha1010101010v2 · 1 month ago

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wip wednesday—08/01 and 15/01—“whumptober 13”

Because Newt Scamander's brother, war hero Theseus Scamander, had made all together too much of an effort to uncover Ministry corruption and secrets, particularly when it came to Obscurials and deeper practises.

Which, ironically, had made Newt even more wary of speaking about politics, suspecting Theseus had been in significant danger now even since the work the team had done in the late 30s. His newfound reticence both came close to giving Theseus aneurysms and made him somewhat watery eyed at the prospect of being defended.

To protect his family, Newt was once more having to keep secrets. This time, not from them. But from the world at large, and all the watchers in it, something that hummed at the back of his quieter hours spent working on his papers, travelling the world in short bursts to make it home for the children, and holding small workshops to train people how to handle creatures.

"Not in any, in particular, really," Newt said. "To be honest, um, I prefer to avoid the Ministry whereever I can, due to…"

He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt, and concluded: "…their reluctance to make great strides in the field of creature rights. But they are more willing to negotiate than they have been, of course."

It would be madness to summarise his family's entire history with the the Minsitry to a stranger. Long a man of well kept secrets, Newt struggled, when it came to this, to keep his head and not quietly blurt out the truth. But they were treading a very, very fine line. Even Albus said so.

"Interesting." The man's expression was impossible to read. He pulled out a pencil, licked it, and scribbled on the piece of paper. "See, after the war, it feels like no one wants to talk about politics."

A prickle of unease ran down Newt's spine, as light and skittering as an unruly spider.

"Well, there's a good reason for much of that," he said, his mouth feeling drier than ever in the humid room. The crowd behind this newcomer blurred into a sea of unsuspecting faces as Newt felt the gentle weight of his wand on his belt loop, and knew he wouldn't draw it.

"Probably because tainted families like yours are getting glad the government and proper society are thinking twice about some of the old ways," replied the man, scratching letters into the cream paper, the relentless rattle of the pencil filling the awkward silence between them.

With two fingers, he pushed the paper across the table. Newt took it and straightened it out against the cover page of the signed seventh edition of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them.

In neat handwriting, it read: I know you choose not to take security at these events. Stand up. Pretend like nothing is wrong. I've been watching you, and I only want to talk—but it has to be somewhere private.

Newt looked at it for a few moments. Then, he got gracefully to his feet, and walked away. The man hadn't asked him to escort him, nor had he asked him to engage in anything in particular. That Newt should head to a private room seemed only implied. He was tempted to disobey under the guise of the sorely unclear instructions, but—

Two decades ago, he'd have just run, and damn whatever consequences came. In that manner, he'd been the precise opposite of Grindelwald in those Greater Good years: better to focus on each individual action, each step, and what feltright in your gut.

Now, he had Tina. With Tina, he had his children: Kalli, Fia, Linden and Helena, the twins, and Evander. Kalliope was freshly fifteen; Evander had just turned two. For a moment, as he was walking mechanically to the stock room, his mind fondly meandered. Merlin balls, Newt, you cursed your children with more of an age gap than we had, Theseus had said when Evander had licked Kalli's birthday cake, and Newt had said, but we turned out alright, didn't we?

Chest tight, he found a quiet stock room down one of the dim corridors in the storage area of the bookstore. They'd discussed some of his earliest proofs here, back in the early 1920s. The intense and fluttering anxiety he felt now wasn't so different.

What could Newt say? He'd never reacted particularly normally to threats. Leaving the door ajar gave him some measure of control over the situation, allowing him to see the corridor with its green carpet beyond, but it didn't stop his eyes from flicking to the window perhaps the size of his suitcase. It was thickly paned, yes, but a potential escape route into the side alley beyond.

Before long, there were footsteps down the fall. He fought the urge to press himself into the corner, always having to gently prod that scared little boy so fond of retreating deep inside him, and sat on the table. He waited, rocking back and forth. Whatever happened next, he'd have to be careful, diplomatic. Neither of those being his strong suits—kindness, yes, compassion, yes, but actual negotiation with a non-creature entity?

He could give it a try.

The entire situation reeked of a setup. But from who?

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lucy90712 · 2 years ago

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Hihi i am back AGAIn and i am sorry but. hea me out. gavi x dancer reader. he dosent know about this. reader is a dancer (preferbally smth like miju kim on lj dance studios on yt

A/n: I wasn't too sure what to do with this request but I hope this is ok I kind of put my own spin on it

Dancing has always been a hobby of mine since I was little but as time went on I went to more and more classes to the point that now I go to the studio everyday. Despite dancing so much I've never been to a competition as I was never part of a team and never thought I was good enough but yesterday my dance teacher asked me if I'd like to do the routine I've been learning at a competition this weekend. I had to take some time to consider it but in the end I decided that I might as well give it a go because I really do love to dance so why not show that to other people. The first people I told about me doing a competition was my parents but because I moved away from home they can't actually attend the competition. Of course I'd like them to be there but I may do really badly and embarrass myself so maybe its for the best that they can't come.

After my practise for the day and agreeing to go to the competition I headed to my boyfriends house as we agreed to hang out for the evening. Like always when I arrived we curled up on the sofa together and started to talk about our days. He told me all about his football training and the upcoming games and then I told him about my day at university before talking about dance practice. Pablo has never seen me dancing as he has always been too busy to come to any of my practices and obviously I've never done a competition that he could come to so when I mentioned the competition he was so excited.

"When is this competition?" He asked

"This weekend" I said

"Can I come?" He asked

"What?" I questioned

"Can I come to the competition I really want to see you dance and there's no game this weekend" he said

"If you really want to of course you can come" I said

"I can't wait to watch you dance for the first time I just know you'll be amazing" he complimented

"Thank you that's sweet of you to say but I'm sure the other girls will be so much better as this is only my first competition" I said

"No don't doubt yourself you'll be amazing" he said

We talked about the competition more and I explained how it would all go and I told him about my routine but I refused to show him any of the dance as I wanted him to see it for the first time in person because I know it will always look better in person than on video. All he could say was how excited he was to go and watch me dance for the first time he was acting like a fan girl which I thought was so funny as he's the one who has loads of people obsessed with him. He promised me that everything would be about me and that if anyone recognised him he would pretend to be someone else which I told him wasn't necessary but he insisted that it was his turn to be the supportive partner like I always am for him at his games.

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The last few days have been incredibly crazy with me going a lot more practices to make sure I'm ready for the competition but today it's finally competition day. Today is going to be just as crazy as the rest of the week but I have Pablo to help me out which he has been doing a great job of so far. I got up early to sort everything out and Pablo came over just as early to help me out so I put him to good use by getting him to get my makeup that I needed together but only after giving him strict instructions to follow. Together we got everything I needed together before getting in the car and driving to the competition which is when I started to get a bit nervous as it all felt a lot more real. Pablo kept me distracted during the drive but once we arrived and I had to sign in he couldn't keep me from worrying anymore.

When we arrived I had a bit over an hour until I was due to compete so straight away I started to get ready which meant changing into my costume which I needed a bit of help with as it had a tie around the back which I couldn't reach so I had to get Pablo to do it which he gladly did but not before giving me a kiss on my neck. He also sat with me as I did my hair and makeup which he does quite a lot but I really appreciated it today as he kept handing me the things I needed and was just talking at me even if if didn't say anything back he just kept talking. Pablo is always such a sweet person but he always knows the moments when I need him the most and he becomes a whole new level of sweet. The entire time I was getting ready he had a hand on my waist or an arm around me because he knows it keeps me calm when I can feel his touch.

Once I was ready I had to warm up and stretch but then it was pretty much time for me to get on stage which is when all the nerves I'd been ignoring came flowing through my body. My hands were starting to shake and I was feeling restless I just couldn't stand still. Just outside the wings I was pacing back and forth trying to keep calm by going over the dance in my head but it just wasn't helping. Pablo had left me to go and find his seat so I was on my own or at least that's what I thought until a hand touched my waist in a way that I knew it had to be Pablo.

"What are you doing here?" I asked

"I just had a feeling that I needed to come back and see you and I was right because you're clearly nervous" he said

"I'll be fine I just need to get out there" I said

"Ok but just remember you are going to kill it out there I know you only do things to the best of your abilities and this is no different just believe in yourself amor" he said

"Thank you Pablo I needed that" I replied

With one last kiss Pablo left me and then it was my turn to dance. As soon as the music started it just took over my brain and the moves of my dance flowed through my body. It was impossible to know what it looked like to others but I felt good and usually that means things are going pretty well. Despite the dance being almost 3 minutes it felt like it was over in seconds although when I hit my finishing position I felt such a huge wave of relief wash over me that it was all over with and went smoothly. When I returned to reality all I could hear was Pablo cheering which only made me happier than I already was even if it was slightly embarrassing to have him be so enthusiastic in the crowd.

When I made it out from backstage it didn't take very long for Pablo to join me and give me a hug so tight I think I stopped breathing. Once he let me go he wouldn't stop talking about how good I was and how he had no idea I was such a talented dancer which was nice to hear as not many people have complimented my dancing despite me having done it for years. He had filmed the whole routine so we watched it back together and I got to see that the dance looked as good as it felt which filled me with a bit of confidence that I would actually get a pretty good score. Pablo stayed with me until it was time for awards which is when he went back to the crowd and I went and sat on the stage with a few people I know from my studio. Awards went by slowly but finally they got my to category and I had to wait nervously as they slowly announced the scores from tenth upwards. When they reached the top 3 I was beginning to think I hadn't placed but soon enough they got round to first and announced my number which left me completely shocked. I collected my award and then went to sit back down and just take it in for the rest of the awards ceremony.

Once I was finally able to leave I grabbed my things and ran out to meet Pablo who again was waiting with the biggest smile on his face and open arms ready to hug me. He was jumping up and down with me like we do when he wins a big game which probably made us look like complete weirdos but neither of us cared. When we let go of each other we headed back to my car and Pablo told me to drive to his place so we could spend the evening together so I did just that as I always love to spend time with him. Along the drive he instructed me to stop at my favourite pizza place where he got out and ran inside bringing back some food with him which he shouldn't be eating mid season but we have an agreement that I won't tell anyone when he breaks his diet.

As soon as we arrived at Pablo's place we took our places on the sofa and started eating as I was starving after dancing all day. There was silence between us while we ate but afterwards I crawled on top of Pablo and we laid down together with him playing with my hair which he took out of the ponytail I had it in. I was so relaxed that I was nearly falling asleep before Pablo started talking which caught my attention.

"You should start dancing more like doing it professionally" he said out of nowhere

"What?" I questioned

"You were so good out there and you won in your first competition I just think you could take dance more seriously and really make something out of it" he explained

"That's very sweet of you but I need to keep my job and stay in uni to get a better job in a few years I don't have any saving to get me by while I try making it with dance" I said

"I can support you you can move in with me and then you don't have bills to pay and I can support you" he offered

"Pablo that's sweet of you but I can't ask you to do that" I said

"But I want to I am living my dream and I want to help you live yours" he said

"If you're sure that you don't mind I'll give it a go" I said

"Of course I'm sure" he said

We talked things through a little more because I didn't want him to resent me if he was supporting me but we sorted everything out and then agreed that we'd start moving my stuff tomorrow. The idea of trying to make the most out of my dancing abilities really did make me happy and I'm glad Pablo suggested it as I'd have never been courageous enough to take the leap myself. It feels like the future will be exciting for the both of us now that we are finally both perusing our passions.

#gavi imagine #pablo gavi oneshots #pablo gavi imagine #gavi imagines #gavi oneshots #pablo gavi imagines

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nishloves · 1 year ago

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my rant

tw: talks about weight increase, low self-esteem, moderate anxiety, procrastinating tendencies. this is also extremely long.

i just really need to talk/vent about it.

the worst part about being a "casual" gamer is, you never know when you might get addicted with it. i play genshin and CoD, while cod doesn't interest me as much anymore and i only ever played genshin for like twice a month but recently- genshin has been taking over lol, i played 3 hours of genshin alone yesterday and mind you- i've already finished all the archon (main) quests and i'm still playing it!!! (this is called procrastination)

and this is not just limited to computer games no, i once was obsessed with aerobics gymnastics and was practising it all around my house (before corona struck and i physically became unable to do many tricks cue *decreasing flexibility/strength/stamina and everything after i got sick. after aerobics, my hyper-fixation was basketball and i would play it for around 2-3 hours everyday, my body slowly started getting better and my love for sports and gym was ignited again but then i entered into the senior year of my school and i had to inevitably focus more on my studies because i still can't see myself being an athlete/sportsperson even though i really love sports.

now, i was a science major in my high-school (my core were - phy, chem and bio) and i had always been a hardworker but i started getting burnt out, the more i strayed away from staying active and being fit, the more of couch potato i became. i somehow started studying nicely again, but got corona in sept.2022 and was on bedrest for two weeks, my schedule was a mess again. during that time, it were only my high-school extracurriculars (anchoring, debating, basketball, student council) which were keeping me happy along with a few friends (who in future became insecure of everything i was doing and shut me off by calling me "fake", that shit hurt.) and because i had missed 2 weeks of school and was already behind the syllabus by myself because of improper time management, so i developed anxiety- i only realised this after i had a mental breakdown in school for 2 minutes which i wasn't able to control instantly. (my anxiety is moderate and i don't need any medicines for it- i just need to keep my schedule productive and avoid procrastination.) i realised that i was quite behind and that i needed to do something so i did, i shut myself off and studied for 3 months without any outside exposure or anything- but that made me gain weight, from a 54kg 5'7 girl, i went on to a 68kg and because i got sick just immediately after, my weight increased to 70kgs. now, don't get me wrong- i love my body, i still like the way i look but, i don't feel healthy and i don't think you can understand how nerve-wrecking it is for a person who could run 5km without a worry pant after 500m. it was really... and i mean really heart-braking, more than my weight gain, it was my inability to do anything which made me more and more insecure about myself.

my anxiety, my newly acquired low self-esteem were adding fuel to my already procrastinating tendencies.

now. that is the main issues- i am a procrastinator, and for some reason i'm unable to fully get out of it and i get even more anxious when my days are going unproductive which they are!

i didn't score bad in my high-school finals, my scores of normal college entrance exams were good enough to fetch me into a top 3 college of our nation for b.sc but- i didn't want that. even though all my other exams went well, i seriously fucked up my medical entrance examination. i thought to take a drop year but im seriosuly scared because i don't think i did anything fruitful this year and i just feel like i wasted an year of my life and my main exams are in 4 months and im really really getting stressed out because the selection rate is only the top 1-2% among 2 million applicants, talk about competition lmao.

see, i am aware that i can do it, i don't know if it is arrogance or optimism but i know that if i really do give it all- my blood, sweat and tears and everything- i know that i'll do better, i will be able to score enough to get a medical college- but the thing is, i feel like i am scared to start and i don't want to be.

i want to- i need to work hard to better than my present-self, i need to work out to get my stamina, strength and flexibility back. and even if i fail- i atleast worked hard, i just don't want to regret anything which i am doing, i need to get out of this slump and i need to convince myself to get up and atleast try everyday. because i seriously seriously think that regret is probably the worst emotion you could feel and i don't want to spend my life regretting my decisions.

i just- had to get it off my chest lol. thankyou for reading this all.

i promise you, i'll be a great doctor one day and will clear this exam with every courage i am able to muster.

i guess... that is all? have a nice day and take care of yourself!

#nish interacts #nish talks #nish rants #nishloves

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the-kcm-muggleborn · 10 months ago

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"Kind For You"

"Burning Confession"

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson (My OC) ✨️Romantic✨️

Warnings: angst, swearing, lil kissing;)

Word count: 2k>

“Hello, Ominis! We were just waiting for you.” Sebastian said with excitement. He and Edwart have been practising some fire-based spells for an hour now. Lucan Brattleby a 5th-year Gryffindor has just announced a Crossed Wands competition. So of course Sebastian and Edwart were interested.

“Hello, boys.” Ominis chuckled. “Up to no good again?”

“Not really.” Said Edwart as he tightened a scarf on his neck. “We've been just practising. There’s that aiming competition Lucan is so excited about. Sebastian and I just need a bit of help.”

“What kind of help?” Ominis asked curiously.

Sebastian chuckled darkly. “Oh! I'm so happy you've asked Ominis. I need a target.”

Ominis laughed sarcastically. “You're mad. No way Sebastian.”

“I've already practised on a training dummy AND Edwart. But now we need a third person to see if my spell perfectly flew above a person.”

“You agreed to that?” Ominis asked confused.

“I didn't agree to anything! Sebastian just cast it above me without giving me a warning.” Edwart crossed his arms in a frustrated manner.

“But I did miss! That's the point! Come on Ominis? Don't make me beg?” Sebastian did that big pleading theatrical eyes he always does when he wants something.

Ominis signed “Oh! Alright. But I am keeping a close hand on my wand to use Protego if something goes wrong.”

“Thank you Ominis.” Sebastian lightened up immediately.

“This can't go well…” Edwart mumbled.

“Oh! Lighten up Edwart. I’m an extremely capable wizard. Have a bit of faith in me.”

Sebastian took his stance in front of Ominis as Edwart stood to the side to see how well Sebastian cast the blasting curse. When he shot a Confringo above Ominis's head, Ominis bounced the spell off with Protego which unfortunately didn't go as well as Edwart predicted…

“Ah!” Edwart exclaimed as the spell hit him, to be more precise… it hit his scarf. Edwart quickly threw it off of him to the stone ground. “Fuck! Shit! Glacis!” but even though Edwart cast an ice spell the damage was done, a bit of his colourful hand-knitted scarf was burned and its perfect beauty was destroyed.

“Are you alright?!” Ominis asked with concern.

“Edwart! You're burned!” Sebastian spoke too as his friend was staring blankly at his scarf on the floor.

Edwart became frantic. “Reparo!” But nothing happened “W-why isn’t it working?” he kneeled and took the burned scarf into his hands as Edwart felt tears in his eyes.

“Edwart-” Sebastian tried to touch Edwart as he had a big red burned stain on the side of his neck. But Edwart interrupted…

“This was my mother’s scarf..! Now it’s ruined!” Edwart stood up to face Sebastian with plain anger. “If it weren't for your stupid ideas! Now the only thing left after my mother is burned! Do you understand that?!”

“Edwart, calm down.” Ominis tried a bit more calm approach. “I’m sure we can fix it-”

“Edwart. I'm so sorry-” Sebastian tried speaking.

“I don't wanna hear it! From neither of you!” Now tears were pouring from Edwart’s face. “Just- leave me alone…” with that Edwart sniffled and ran out of the Undercroft.

Sebastian signed. “Shit! What now?”

“I don't know. This scarf is very dear to him. Do you think there is a chance of fixing it? From how it looks?”

“Yes, I think so. But we’d have to get to that scarf first… Somehow…”

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Edwart was pissed. At everything, everybody. Ed couldn't get rid of that anger, his most precious gift was just ruined by the one he loved so much. It’s been a few days of constantly ignoring his friends, he wasn’t ready to accept the hurt he was feeling. He was leaning on the railings in the astronomy tower. Being caught in his thoughts as he heard a familiar voice.

“It's pleasant weather tonight.” Sebastian smiled gently.

“Leave me alone, Sallow.” Edwart hang his head low. Edwart was colder than Sebastian ever saw.

“Eddi-”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” Edwart cut him off again. His jaw was clenched and he was on the verge of tears. Only his mother ever called him this sweetly. “Leave me be…”

“I… brought you something.”

“Did you go deaf?!” Edwart abruptly turned around. “I sai-” and immediately got cut off by the sight of Sebastian holding Edwart's scarf. His colourful scarf but in the place that last time Edwart saw had burned black and irreparable damage was now knitted with Hufflepuff yellow and black colour. It looked beautiful. Knitted together both sides of Edwart, his muggle-born old self and his magical one.

“I-” Edwart took it into his hands as he saw how it all was fitting. He turned it around and noticed on the other side Slytherin colours. That extracted a small chuckle from both Edwart and Sebastian. He simply couldn't resist. Edwart quickly tangled the scarf around himself as Sebastian started explaining.

“For some reason, the place I went into wasn't able to replicate the scarf into the same colours but I thought this might have been a nice touch as you've mentioned you hated that your house scarf was brown. I hope I didn't-”

Edwart had enough of Sebastian talking. He grabbed the boy by his neck and crashed their lips together. Edwart

started passionately kissing Sebastian's lips.

Sebastian on the other hand was thrown off but it all felt so natural that he eagerly kissed Edwart back. He grabbed Eddie by his hips. They started making out as both boys backed up against the metal railing.

Edwart put a hand into Sebastian's curly hair and tilted his head backwards. Sebastian started kissing Edwart's right side of his neck which earned him a few quiet groans that were music to Sebastian's ears. His hands ran over Edwart's entire torso trying to get a feel of his masculine body. Edwart started kissing Sebastian's lips again, this time to get to feel his tongue. Which extorted a loud moan from Sebastian. Edwart smiled mischievously into the kiss grabbing harder at the back of Sebastian’s neck to bring him closer which again earned him a moan. Edwart felt himself grind into Sebastian to make their makeout session even more intense, they were pulling towards each other like two magnets. Sebastian seemed to understand what Edwart was trying to do. He had enough so he grabbed Edwart harshly by his neck to cease the teasing. This was what stopped this romantic intense moment between soon-to-be lovers…

“Agh! Shit!” Edwart huffed with a swear. Sebastian finally regained blood in his upper deck as he remembered the Undercroft situation from a few days ago.

“Shit! Sorry. Ar-are you okay?” Sebastian was also heavily out of breath. He took a moment to look at Edwart’s neck which was light red from under his jawline to his collarbone.

“Yes I’m fine-” Edwart said as he gently rubbed the red wound.

“Here. Drink this.” Sebastian brought out a Wiggenweld potion from his pocket.

“Thanks.” Edwart smiled as he drank it and hid the empty flask in his pocket. “I-I” Edwart stumbled for a second. He chuckled to ease the forming awkward silence. “I didn't know you started to keep a Wiggenweld in your pockets.” Just then Edwart realised how close he and Sebastian were standing.

“Because I never know these days. What state am I going to find you in?” Sebastian touched Edwart’s neck and cheek which made him blush. “I must say I like seeing you in this dishevelled way.” Sebastian flirted mischievously as Edwart cleared his throat. “First. I- Thank you. For the scarf.” Edwart hid his face in the crook of Sebastian’s neck. “I may have… perhaps… acted a bit harshly. I’m sorry I screamed at you that way.”

Sebastian took a deep breath as he locked Edwart in his arms. “That’s okay. I’m just glad I was able to fix it… You know I wanted to kiss you for the longest time right?”

Edwart had to do a double take at that confession. He raised his head and said, “You did? Well… since when?”

Sebastian chuckled with a bit of nostalgia “That time you got hurt and I had to carry you like a little prince to the castle. Remember how Ominis wigged us from ears to toes?”

Edwart laughed quietly. “I remember. I'll apologise to him too… Thank you, Sebastian… again.”

Sebastian finally let Edwart go. “No problem. Hey, I was thinking…”

“Hm?” Edwart mused.

“Would you like to go to the Three Broomsticks with me this Friday? As a…date?”

Edwart certainly didn't expect this. But he couldn't say he wasn't excited.

“I would love that. How about 7 p.m.?”

“Perfect.” Sebastian smiled genuinely. “But maybe…”

Sebastian grabbed Edwart by his waist from behind and started kissing not burned side of his neck. Edwart groaned quietly at that sensation. “...We can get back to how gallus you just were by sliding your tongue with mine.” Edwart swallowed thickly, he was starting to feel ill at ease. He basically threw himself onto Sebastian, who was very unlike him. Edwart tumbled out of Sebastian's arms he turned around and anxiously rubbed his neck. “I’m sorry I threw myself into you like that.”

Sebastian just smiled mischievously and flirted again. “Oh! Trust me you can throw yourself into my arms whenever you want…” He whispered and gently kissed Edwart’s ear.

But Edwart felt a qualm poking out at the back of his head. “I-I'm not bold. It was a mistake to kiss you so suddenly.” Edwart took a step back. “I like you Sebastian, we've been through a lot but I shouldn't have acted this way.”

Sebastian might be a dumb bastard sometimes but he's not insensitive, he read the room and understood Edwart was feeling insecure and uncomfortable with the way he acted.

Sebastian took a deep breath and decided to do the opposite and tease Edwart like he teased Sebastian. He smiled mischievously. “Why not?”

Edwart swallowed thickly. “Because it’s… improper.”

Sebastian laughed. “ ‘Improper’? Is that what we’re going to call a passionate kissing alone in the astronomy tower?”

Edwart looked to the ground unsure what to do so Sebastian brought him close by his hips. “You don’t have to act all timid, you know? I love this… side of you.”

“Screw it,” Edwart whispered. With that, he lost all temperance and restraint he had and just kissed the boy who’s been teasing him for the past minutes. Sebastian smiled into the kiss as he got exactly what he wanted. They were making out for a while. Getting to know each other's lips and shapes of body. Edwart was making god-awful sounds that Sebastian seemed to enjoy. Edwart grabbed at Sebastian's neck to try and devour that warmth emanating from him. They were enjoying each other with no lines on what was proper and what was not. Not like Edwart cared about it right now.

“I hear you made up.”

Their carefree moment was suddenly interrupted by…“Ominis-” Sebastian said with a huff in his voice.

“You see there are moments where I am grateful for not having sight. This is one of them.”

Edwart also was glad Ominis could not see him in a state like this. He hated to show people around a side different from the calm, collected and logical one. Even though Ominis witnessed Edwart in a worse state than a blushed mess. It still made him a tad uncomfortable.

Sebastian was the first person Edwart decided to show his passionate side.

He could say he started to love this boy.

“I’m sorry but...” Sebastian’s voice brought Edwart back down to earth. “What are you doing here Ominis?”

“I was looking for you,” he replied. “I can't get to our dorm. I left my key in the history of magic class.”

“I’ll go with you, just give me a moment.”

Ominis nodded his head. As Edwart decided this was the perfect moment to apologise. Edwart cleared his throat. “I'm sorry for the way I behaved in the Undercroft recently.”

“That’s okay Edwart.” Ominis smiled. “I understand.”

“Great now that we've all apologised.” Sebastian cut in. “Ominis go away for a minute. I don't want to traumatise you any further by the noise I’m about to make.”

Ominis scrunched his nose in disgust and took a few steps back to await Sebastian further by the stairs.

Edwart chuckled as Sebastian leaned closer. “I must say kissing you was the best thing I felt in a long time. But regarding what you said earlier if you wish to take things slower. That's no problem.”

“Thank you. I wish to act more like the gentleman I am… Today was an exception. ” Edwart smiled.

“Don't worry” Sebastian pecked Edwart's cheek and took a step back. “You can, not be gentleman-like anytime you want. I'll be waiting… Friday at 7. Don't forget.” Sebastian winked mischievously and disappeared behind the stairs with Ominis.

Edwart stayed a bit longer, looking at the far mountains from behind the railing. He leaned on it as he covered his mouth with his hand. He felt himself blushing once again. Edwart took his hand up to fiddle with his new-old scarf and thought how the hell did they end up here?

“How can I forget…”

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This is a surprise spin-off. As a thank you for every single person who's been reading my stuff. As you know, today is my birthday and I hope to bring you something nice:)) Enjoy. More to come soon.

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